However, his belongings were inside, worried she might not like it.
"I’ll stay in the guest room next to yours."
The master bedroom was filled with his scent, and she was afraid she might overthink it and, in a mont of beastly desire, make a move on him.
That wouldn’t be good.
"Alright then, let help you put your stuff in there. You sit for a mont, and once I’m done, you can go take a shower." Lan Shao helped her sit down on the sofa.
"I’m fine now, don’t be so nervous."
"But the doctor also said you still need plenty of rest."
Her wounds had indeed scabbed over, but the areas where her bones were hurt hadn’t fully healed. She shouldn’t sit too much; moderate exercise and a healthy diet were important.
Lan Shao’s nervous deanor made Fan Rou feel rather helpless, "Alright, whatever you say."
Her clothes were already in the guest room, and Lan Shao just needed to make the bed for her.
As for cleanliness, there was a daily cleaner, so there was no need for a special cleanup.
Once the bed was made, Lan Shao sent Fan Rou off to shower.
Looking at the pink bed sheets, Fan Rou’s mouth twitched. Why did this person think she would like pink?
Does he see her as his daughter or sothing?
Thinking this, Fan Rou walked into the bathroom.
After washing, she suddenly realized she forgot to bring her clothes.
While hesitating, Lan Shao knocked on the door outside, "Xiao Rou, is everything okay?"
"I’m fine, I forgot my clothes. Could you bring them to ?" At this point, Fan Rou couldn’t afford to feel shy.
Laughter could be heard from outside.
"What’s so funny? Hurry up and go." Fan Rou said angrily, embarrassed.
Lan Shao did not speak.
Soon, there was another knock on the door outside.
Fan Rou stretched out a hand, and Lan Shao placed the clothes in it.
Fan Rou didn’t dare delay, quickly putting them on. Once dressed, she looked carefully and saw herself all in pink, her mouth twitching again.
"Not dressed yet?" Seeing that she hadn’t co out after five minutes, Lan Shao knocked on the door again.
This guy, why is he so impatient? Fan Rou opened the door.
"Looks good." Lan Shao glanced at her and said.
"What’s good about it? How old am I? Still wearing pink?" He shalessly thought it looked good, while she felt embarrassed.
"How old? Not even thirty yet, in your twenties, why can’t you wear it?"
"It feels weird." Fan Rou said, tugging at the clothes.
"Not weird, it looks great; I just want my woman to be happy like a princess."
She had endured much hardship before; he was powerless to help, but from now on, she would no longer suffer.
"But there’s no need to wear pink, right? Tell , did you buy everything pink because you didn’t know what else to get?"
"Don’t all girls like this color?"
He had asked many people, and they all said girls like pink.
No girl can resist pink.
The ad slogan says so.
"Girls, you said girls. I’m already a middle-aged woman, still a girl."
It’s really embarrassing to admit she’s gotten older.
"In my eyes, you are always the most beautiful."
"Alright, if your sense of aesthetics is off, then it’s off." Fan Rou had given up on Lan Shao.
"Is it really that ugly?"
The shop assistants had recomnded these to him, saying cute girls are suited for this.
Adorable.
"It’s not really ugly, just that it feels mismatched on . Oh well, I’ll make do."
Lan Shao kept quiet.
"You get so rest, I’m tired." Fan Rou yawned.
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